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[cowled]

[The image opens on Bruce Wayne at his finest. He's wearing (1) new suit designed by Favrielle, and he's looking pretty swank. Because Bruce Wayne. And Reasons.]

All right, Keeliai, I have a business opportunity to propose. As of right now, I'm relaunching Wayne Enterprises. For those of you who've never heard the name before, it's a multi-national business conglomerate with a focus on humanitarian aid and the like, based out of Gotham City back home.

Anyway. For the duration of my stay here, I'm looking to start in pharmaceuticals - I'm sure you've all noticed the kedan have never even heard of ibuprofen - and work our way up from there. Essentially, I'm looking to better the quality of life for everyone on Tu Vishan, foreigner and local alike.

If anyone's interested in working for me, or if you have experience in a pharmaceutical field, feel free to contact me over the network. We can arrange a meeting in person if you'd prefer. Confidentiality is guaranteed in either case. I'm paying twice the rates the kedan offer, and I've arranged it with the local authorities such that any time you work towards me counts towards your overall work 'obligation' [can you hear the finger quotes falling around that word] here in Keeliai.

Thanks for your time.




[ooc; tags will be sketchy, but I wanted to get this up and get the ball rolling on this plot before I poofed from the internet. <3]

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[hulk]

[ Bruce drags a hand over his face before eying the feed carefully. Usually he wouldn't even touch a computer, because there's the problems with being traced and found and then there's the whole slew of problems that come out of that, but. He just got dragged out of an ocean by some entirely new and fascinating lifeforms after dying or he's just hallucinating something spectacular while the other guy goes and deals with whatever he's dealing with. He's not sure which is actually happening, but.

Either way. Can't hurt, right? ]

So... Uh. [ A deep breath as he tries to blink himself into more alertness but. There is a reason he's looking as raggedy as he does, and that was without an entre vous to turtletopia. ] L-look, I'm not trying to go and be, you know, rude or ungrateful or a-anything like that, but. This place is j- It's way, way too much for me, and. I mean, there's a swimming pool. Right in the next room over. And th- I'm not that guy.

[ He's rambling and he's tired, and. Shaking his head, he rubs at the back of his neck. ]

Anyway, er. If I could maybe downgrade, or... Point is, this is all a little more-- More than I'm used to. Thanks.

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[Tarrlok occupies most of the screen, as close to perfectly centered as he can get, looking like he just spent a few hours getting ready and wearing his best fake smile.]

I suppose if I'm going to be here for a while - [His smile falters at that, but only for a moment.] - I should at least do the courtesy of introducing myself.

I am Councilman Tarrlok, representative of the Northern Water Tribe. I have years of experience with leadership and management along with being a capable waterbender, so please don't hesitate to ask me for assistance if you should find yourself in need.

Additionally, if you would consider yourself someone of prominence here, I would love to have a chat with you, if you have time to spare. Thank you.

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[tendnottoweep]

[ In the flickering lights of her suite in the Fire Sector, Natasha's looking tired and worn, in that very controlled, almost blank-faced superspy way. She's also dead serious, and dressed in her SHIELD uniform - those of you who've met "Nicole", this is by no means the same woman, never mind that the face and hair haven't changed. ]

Commander Evandau. I hate to break it to you, but things are less under control than you know. I understand I don't have the authority to do this any longer - you're welcome to come and arrest me afterwards, if you like.

[ There's the barest hint of a smile, a silent good luck, if he wants to try, and then her position shifts a little, straightens into a quiet air of command, and she goes on. ]

I've spent the last week following a gang calling themselves the Black Kirin. They were responsible for the attempted assassination at the festival last month, and tonight they're planning to sever one of the turtle's flippers with explosives. I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't want to find out what happens when the only thing keeping us above the water gets hurt... or killed.

We have four hours until the bombs go off - anyone who wants to help me stop this, meet me at FI-1A [ yeah, Steve, she's volunteering your place ] as soon as you can get there, and I'll tell you everything I know. Anyone with any military or martial arts training, experience with explosives... even strong swimmers would be of use. This isn't going to be easy.